Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 195: Me, going to Macragge?
The 500th World of Ultramar is the home of the Ultramarines, the masterpiece of the great Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, and the garden of the Ultramarines.

Now it is burning.

This is just one planet among the five hundred worlds.

The Five Hundred Worlds is a federation with Macragge as its core and five hundred star systems as its main body. Obviously, this is not Macragge.

This is not good news, but it is one of the few glimmers of hope.

This was Imperial territory, and that alone made the situation better.

Soon, the Living Saint took flight, trying to rely on his own vision to guide their path.

After the long trek, Taylor prayed that Ferenstein's gas tank would last until the destination.

After several hours, Frenstein exhaled his last puff of smoke as they arrived at a huge fortress with layers upon layers.

It was an honor fortress bearing the Macragge logo, and countless skyfire systems emitted flames, attacking the dragon-like hell engines in the sky.

The blue Ultramarines fired at the Chaos traitors, most of their attackers were cultists, some were former members of the Imperial Navy, and the occasional psionic wizard tinkering with unholy powers.

Originally, those guys weren't that scary, but after Abaddon destroyed Cadia, the power of the Eye of Terror allowed a third-rate wizard to easily summon a terrifying army of demons.

At the same time, many corrupted ancient ships emerged from the Warp, becoming the vehicles of those damned Chaos traitors.

As they fought, the Eldar troops charged forward, filled with the same rage towards Chaos as they were, their star marks and monomolecular knives easily tearing through the bodies of the demons.

Taylor was relieved, but he was still unlucky.

He was chosen to carry the sage to the fortress for negotiations because his military record was indeed brilliant.

Most of it was a damn misunderstanding, but apparently others didn't see it that way.

Taylor followed Call's vehicle under a hail of bullets, and subconsciously attacked the demons surrounding the fortress, easily killing a dozen vampires and protecting the flank of the convoy.

This was really subconscious. They fought those things every day and almost forgot what terrible demons they were.

When you get used to something, it's no longer scary, and for Taylor, it was just things coming close and shooting.

Thanks to Taylor, Cawl did successfully reach the bottom of the fortress. Several Space Marines walked out of the fortress. They looked at Cawl vigilantly, and the guns in their hands were pointed at the Eldar next to him.

She was a beautiful woman. Taylor remembered that she called herself Evelena. She had a peculiar single ponytail hairstyle and a fighting ability that left a deep impression on him.

Taylor got out of the car and wiped the demonic flesh off Ferenstein's body, saying idly, "Look, the big guys are talking about the world again."

"And I only hope the Archmagos has managed to convince those Space Marines to provide me with a place to sleep at night and fuel to keep old Frenstein running."

The Lightling girl emphasized. "And dinner."

"Yeah, and dinner," Taylor replied.

But at some point, the Eldar prophet walked out from beside Franstan. She seemed to have been following the large group and spoke in a mocking tone.

"Monkeys are monkeys, their heads are full of stuff like this."

Taylor answered frankly. "You need to be well fed and well-drinking before you can work, right?"

He immediately started chatting with the elf, and soon the discussion over there ended.

But what was waiting for Taylor was not the so-called "delicious food" or "warmth" but several cold transport planes.

No, he just finished his journey...

Taylor frowned, and then saw that the Living Saint Celestine had left many of her battle nuns in the fortress, and Freeblade Elena and other knights were also asked by the Great Sage to protect this place.

Most of the Eldar soldiers returned to their homeland from the Webway, and only two guys who looked particularly powerful stayed with Cawl, one of whom was Lady Evelena.

The other looked like an ancient wizard, and he was definitely not young. The Ultramarines officers and wolf brothers who had been with Taylor all the way chose to leave with Cawl and the Living Saint.

Apparently, the destination was quite important to them? Of course, there was also that huge, metal-wrapped cargo that Abaddon feared.

Taylor was a little dissatisfied, but he quickly thought that he should stay in this world as well.

The next step was to fire some cannons in the fortress and play the usual boring war games with Chaos.

This is better than running for your life, isn't it?

He had already figured out how to deal with those damn Chaos traitors who didn't even have Space Marines. This would be much simpler than dealing with Abaddon.

But soon, a transport plane stopped in front of him.

He asked. "Sister Krieger, shouldn't we stay behind?"

Ms. Krieger replied, "You've misunderstood something. Our current mission is to protect the Great Sage and keep him safe."

"We, the First Redemption Legion, will now become the Sage's Shield."

Taylor gritted his teeth and wanted to refuse, but he subconsciously touched the badge on his chest, the beautiful and priceless personal void shield.

To be honest, he might be able to survive for a long time with this thing, but it is ultimately a gift from the Great Sage, and he can take it back if he has the ability.

So, Taylor gave in.

It's like this when you take something from someone and then you owe them something.

Anyway, this is Macragge Five Hundred Worlds, it's safer than Cadia, right?
Taylor asked subconsciously. "Miss Krieger, where are we going next?"

He actually knew the answer, but he was afraid that the butterfly effect would change something.

Krieg replied. "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be Macragge."

"The head of the five hundred worlds? That's the safest place!"

Taylor perked up. If he could get a mission in the Macragge Defense Force, then he would be discharged as a member of the Five Hundred World Army.

And the capital of the Ultramarines is basically the safest place in the world.

Taylor couldn't help but laugh, and he immediately thought, what could be better than this?
He called his brothers on board and began to prepare for his retirement.

For the first time ever, he changed into a new military uniform just to make himself more comfortable. At the same time, he took out his collection of fine wine and even gave some to the transport plane pilot.

The only thing that made him dissatisfied was why there was an elf in his team?
He looked at the Eldar girl who was drinking and cursing at the drink and asked, "Master Prophet, will you not leave with your people?"

She smiled. "I need to witness the future of the galaxy. Like Lady Evelena, this is my path."

Taylor sighed.

He always gets entangled with guys like this.

It seems that Ferenstein has been favored by her, or he has been favored by her, but either way, it's very troublesome.

He arrived on a huge Space Marine ship, whose name was engraved on the boarding bridge: the Sword of Glory.

This is the angel ship that will take him to a bright future. Thinking of this, Taylor's pace quickened.

Goodbye, those damn Chaos Space Marines.

Goodbye, countless demons and aliens.

Goodbye, my unlucky life.

I'm going to Macragge to be the boss!
(End of this chapter)